The lines of my original drawing were lost along the way so I decided to started to do it free hand, and I wonder now in retrospect if I should have listened to the voice in my head saying, “Start over!!!”. But only I know what the original piece looked like in my head, so while I see every little bead out of place, others see the beauty in the bigger picture.
That’s the thing about creating art- it is supposed to come from your heart, not your head. I was trained as a classical artist in my youth and I could replicate anything I set my mind to but this is about more, it is about expression. The flowers in a field are never perfectly symmetrical, they are influenced by their surroundings. So just like the flowers in the natural world, I am allowing the beads to shape the images rather than trying to fit them into the designated spaces in the paper. I am constantly having to remind myself that everything is exactly where it is meant to be.
